May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your SPF30, may the rains fall soft upon your sweat-wicking hat, and until you hit the finish line may The Flying Spaghetti Monster hold you in the hollow of His Noodly Appendage.

lostinthenet3

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posted: 6/7/2010 at 7:23 PMmodified: 6/7/2010 at 7:27 PM

First Trent Now Bad Dawg what is the world going to. You guys will be missed.

And here I thought this song I heard on the radio reminded me of goodtimes.

It's not the human walk
It's the human race
Get up, and go out
Me and all my friends
We drink up, we fall down
And then we do it all again

"If you run, you are a runner. It doesn't matter how fast or how far. It doesn't matter if today is your first day or if you've been running for twenty years. There is no test to pass, no license to earn, no membership card to get. You just run."

May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your SPF30, may the rains fall soft upon your sweat-wicking hat, and until you hit the finish line may The Flying Spaghetti Monster hold you in the hollow of His Noodly Appendage.

evtish

posted: 6/8/2010 at 12:42 PM

...........and I was finally going to stick around for once.

Trent - enjoy the concert. EJ - maybe we'll still see you. I'll assume Jess has the number. I'll try to remember to remind her just in case.

May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your SPF30, may the rains fall soft upon your sweat-wicking hat, and until you hit the finish line may The Flying Spaghetti Monster hold you in the hollow of His Noodly Appendage.

Kathy and I went on Tuesday night just to run and then have supper at Hookslide's, and there were a few people there asking when the race started. I told them not to check the website in the future; just check coolrunning.

May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warm upon your SPF30, may the rains fall soft upon your sweat-wicking hat, and until you hit the finish line may The Flying Spaghetti Monster hold you in the hollow of His Noodly Appendage.